Born To Die In Berlin (Dee Dee Ramone/ John Carco)

Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the gardenDemanding morphine curse my soul is burningStranded in the sweet wonderingsBreathing the pale moon silverTorn painted lips tasting the last drops of life

Sometimes I feel like screamingSometimes I feel I just can't winSometimes I feelin' soul is a restless as the windMaybe I was born to die in Berlin

I sprinkled cocaine in the floorWhen no one was watchingI closed my eyes and I let myself sleepCreeps and dirty bastards,Demons walkin' by my bedThere's no choice or difference,No one seems to noticeSometimes I feel like screamingSometimes I feel I just can't winSometimes I feelin' soul is a restless as the windMaybe I was born to die in Berlin

(Third verse is in German)

Sometimes I feel like screamingSometimes I feel I just can't winSometimes I feelin' soul is a restless as the wind